Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Miya, standing inside the door, was also stunned.

Standing outside the door was a girl she had never seen before, a full head taller than Mi Ye, with long, smooth pink hair that reached her waist, the ends of which were slightly curled and had a faint pearly luster.

Her features were so exquisite that they seemed to be a collection of all the beautiful girl illustrations that Mi Ye had drawn in her previous life. Her deep red pupils were trembling slightly at the moment, and there was a small beauty mark at the corner of her eye, which made her eyes even more beautiful.

She was wearing a dark dress that looked incredibly expensive, with a silver rose brooch pinned to the neckline, and the lace on the skirt was layered but not at all cumbersome.

Miya knew at a glance that this was definitely a noble lady, and the kind of person who was rich enough to buy an entire neighborhood.

She was carrying a takeout bag, and Mi Ye recognized the packaging – it was from the restaurant she had ordered from that evening.

Who are you?

Mi Ye asked subconsciously.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Mi Ye froze.

Oh no, I forgot to change my voice.

It's all over.

Miya's face turned pale at a visible speed.

Meanwhile, Reminal, standing outside the door, tightened her grip on the takeout bag.

She heard it.

That's Mi Ye's voice, she absolutely wouldn't mistake it!

But the person who made that sound...

impossible!

That's impossible!

Reminal took a deep breath.

"I see."

She spoke, her voice calmer than she had expected, eerily calm.

Miya subconsciously took a step back.

Her brain was working at top speed.

Based on the messages sent by her sugar daddy, she could basically deduce that the girl in front of her was Reminal.

But how do I explain this? Should I say I'm Miya's sister, or that you've come to the wrong house?

But she couldn't bring herself to say it, because the voice that belonged to another Miya had already been uttered.

Just as Miya was pondering, Reminal had already blocked her escape route.

Those deep red eyes stared intently at her, and the beauty mark at the corner of his eye lifted as she slightly narrowed her eyes.

Reminal walked slowly, the hem of her dress trailing softly on the floor.

Miya continued to back away, while quickly raising her voice back to its original tone.

But her short legs couldn't retreat very quickly, while Reminal's long legs shortened the distance between them in just two or three steps.

"Um, um! Miss, please calm down—"

"calm?"

Reminal smiled.

"I'm very calm."

You're kidding me! That look in your eyes isn't calm at all!

Miya was internally ranting, but her feet had already retreated to the corner of the wall, her back slamming against it, leaving her with nowhere to go.

Reminal stood in front of her, looking down at her.

The door closed slowly behind me with a dull thud.

Ruined.

Only these three words remained in Miya's mind.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, but she forced a smile and made a last-ditch effort.

"Um, miss, look, this is actually a misunderstanding—"

"Misunderstand?"

Reminal tilted her head, her long pink hair sliding over her shoulders and falling in front of Miya's eyes as she moved.

"Then tell me, what's the misunderstanding?"

"Did you misunderstand that Lord Miya is actually this kind of person?"

Her gaze swept over Miya's entire body, from her jellyfish-shaped hair to her frog pajamas to her crooked-eared rabbit slippers.

These words were said lightly, but Miya felt as if she had been stabbed.

Hey, what do you mean by "that kind of person"? I'm a cute girl, okay? Although I'm not as handsome as that silver-haired anime boy on the screen, what you said is really hurtful.

Of course, she only dared to say these words in her heart.

On the surface, Miya huddled in the corner, pulling her rabbit slippers back in, trying to make herself look more pitiful.

But Reminal was clearly not buying it.

She stretched out the hand that wasn't carrying the takeout bag, placed it against the wall next to Mi Ye's ear, and leaned down slightly.

The two were so close that Miya could see the curve of her eyelashes.

So close.

That's too close.